# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
144 | I mourn no more my vanished years | | | | | | | |
147 | A strong and mailéd anger | | | | | | | |
149 | The loppéd tree in time may grow again | | | | | | | |
150 | One time I was allowed to steer | | | | | | | |
151 | Let them that would build castles in the air | | | | | | | |
152 | Prayer--the church's banquet; angel's age | | | | | | | |
153 | O joyes! infinite sweetness! with what flowers | | | | | | | |
154 | A garden so well watererd before morn | | | | | | | |
155a | Our Saviour, (pattern of true holiness) | | | | | | | |
155b | Come to the morning prayer | | | | | | | |
156 | There is an eye that never sleeps | | | | | | | |
157 | Alone with God! day's craven cares | | | | | | | |
159 | O for a heart to praise my God | | | | | | | |
160 | Oh! that mine eye might closéd be | | | | | | | |
161 | O make our house Thy sanctuary! | | | | | | | |
162 | Spirit Divine! attend our prayer | | | | | | | |
163 | Abide with me. Fast falls the eventide | | | | | | | |
165 | My stock lies dead; and no increase | | | | | | | |
166 | Our Father-- | | | | | | | |
168 | This is the Sabbath day! | | | | | | | |
169 | Now that the sun is beaming bright | | | | | | | |
170 | O silence deep and strange! | | | | | | | |
171 | O Love Divine, that stooped to share | | | | | | | |
172 | Awake, my soul! awake, mine eyes! | | | | | | | |
173 | Sleep! drowsy Sleep! come close mine eyes | | | | | | | |
174 | Quietly rest the woods and dales | | | | | | | |
176 | Another day is numbered with the past | | | | | | | |
177a | Unto the glory of thy Holy Name | | | | | | | |
177b | How good a God have we! who for our sake | | | | | | | |
179 | Calm on the listening ear of night | | | | | | | |
180 | Gloomy night embraced the place | | | | | | | |
182 | Our Lord and brother who put on | | | | | | | |
183 | The Son of God goes forth to war | | | | | | | |
185 | Whilst Andrew, as a fisher, sought | | | | | | | |
186 | Yes! our Shepherd leads with gentle hand | | | | | | | |
187 | In the silent midnight watches | | | | | | | |
188 | When our purest delights are nipt in the blossom | | | | | | | |
189 | Whither, O whither should I fly | | | | | | | |
190 | Jesus, immutably the same | | | | | | | |
191 | Jesus! the ladder of my faith | | | | | | | |
192 | My soul, why dost thou in my breast | | | | | | | |
194 | He that from dross would win the precious ore | | | | | | | |
195 | My hope is built on nothing less | | | | | | | |
196 | Watcher, who wakest by the bed of pain | | | | | | | |
197 | Jesus, my Saviour, look on me | | | | | | | |
199 | With tearful eyes I look around | | | | | | | |
201 | Long did I toil, and knew no earthly rest | | | | | | | |
202 | I journey through a desert drear and wild | | | | | | | |
203 | Stand but your ground, your ghostly foes will fly | | | | | | | |
204 | See the Day-Spring from afar | | | | | | | |
206 | O way for all that live! heal us by pain and loss | | | | | | | |
207 | Life's mystery--deep, restless as the Ocean | | | | | | | |
209 | I love (and have some cause to love) the earth | | | | | | | |
210 | In all extremes, Lord. thou art still | | | | | | | |
212 | Up to those bright and gladsome hills | | | | | | | |
213 | Come, oh! come, with sacred lays | | | | | | | |
215 | Happy me! O happy sheep | | | | | | | |
218 | All praise and thanks to God most high | | | | | | | |
220 | Thou art my all--to Thee I flee | | | | | | | |
222 | What though the comforts of the light | | | | | | | |
223 | If God is mine, then present things | | | | | | | |
224 | When, before, my God commanded | | | | | | | |
226 | O thou by long experience tried | | | | | | | |
227 | My God with me in every place! | | | | | | | |
228 | Without the smile of God upon the soul | | | | | | | |
229 | Thou, Lord! who rear'st the mountains' height | | | | | | | |
231 | My Father is the mighty Lord, whose arm | | | | | | | |
232 | O Father-Eye! that hath so truly watch'd | | | | | | | |
233 | Light of light enlighten me | | | | | | | |
235 | Beyond the smiling and the weeping | | | | | | | |
237 | A little longer yet, a little longer | | | | | | | |
239 | When Thou shalt pass this world to enthrone | | | | | | | |
240 | Ye dainty mosses, lichens gray | | | | | | | |
241 | There are those who fear thy summons, Death! | | | | | | | |
242 | Now let our souls on wings sublime | | | | | | | |
243 | My God! I know that I must die | | | | | | | |
245 | Why longéd Paul to be dissolv'd | | | | | | | |
246 | What mean ye by this wailing | | | | | | | |
248 | Soul's joy, now I am gone | | | | | | | |
249 | As virtuous men pass mildly away | | | | | | | |
251 | 'Tis but one family,--the sound is balm | | | | | | | |
252 | Come forth! come on, with solemn song! | | | | | | | |
254 | Lift not thou the wailing voice | | | | | | | |
255 | Sweet babe, she glancéd into our world to see | | | | | | | |
256 | O think that, while you're weeping here | | | | | | | |
257 | If joy be made when men are born | | | | | | | |
258 | Deathless principle, arise! | | | | | | | |
260 | Enthroned upon a hill of light | | | | | | | |
262 | Another hand is beckoning us | | | | | | | |
264 | O hearts that never cease to yearn | | | | | | | |
266 | Good night! a word so often said | | | | | | | |
267 | I fashioned in my soul a fantasy | | | | | | | |
269 | O! that in unfettered union | | | | | | | |
274 | The golden palace of my God | | | | | | | |
275 | When the death-dews dim my eyes | | | | | | | |
277 | Over the river they beckon to me | | | | | | | |
279 | Brief life is here our portion | | | | | | | |
280 | O thou, on earth beloved, adored | | | | | | | |
282 | Hark! hark! the voice of ceaseless praise | | | | | | | |
284 | When tempests toss, and billows roll | | | | | | | |